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СКАЧАТЬ starched robe! As if you possess secret knowledge that is beyond the reach of mere mortals…

      Indeed, it is!!!))

      Some of them have awe and fear in their eyes, someone can barely cope with their excitement and constantly blush, others look at you with poorly disguised distrust.

      I like to read these emotions in the eyes of my patients and find a key for each of them in order to let love into my heart…

      At least to myself.

      After all, all illnesses are caused by dislike, dislike of ourselves in particular… You can starve and be an absolute ascetic and at the same time have enviable health, or, conversely, suffer from chronic diseases with an abundance of funds and a set life, and think that this is okay…

      But comprehensive love is also akin to disease…

      Surpri singly.

      What a paradox!

      Taska has one interesting poem, a kind of test.

      Few pass this test. The whole damn catch (!) is that 99.9 percent of those reading this poem take it literally!

      But those who understand what kind of feelings the author is trying to tell find the quintessence of love…

      Afraid to land when I take off…

      Or feel no hands when I'm awake;

      Afraid to ever be afraid

      Thinking about you all the way…

      Afraid to choose and to decide

      And disagree against all odds

      Afraid to lose the winter time

      Afraid of river streams so broad…

      Afraid to fear when I'm afraid

      Afraid of friends that go back on…

      Afraid to frighten, all in vain,

      The brightest thoughts that rush upon…

      Afraid of good luck to depend

      To know the answer right away…

      And that the cold gazpacho soup

      Is not something you want today…

      Afraid to go when looking back,

      And see that you're not there even!

      To say that everything's on track

      But this is not what I believe in!

      Afraid to trust to chance or passions

      Or be dependent on desire;

      Afraid to torture you with questions:

      «To whom, by whom, what for and why?»

      Afraid to even seem indifferent

      Or when the others seem detached…

      And shyly wait at the reception,

      Although no chances seem to match…

      Afraid of an invented fear

      Though one day it will fade away…

      Afraid that my last shirt I give you

      Would never fit you anyway…

      Afraid to lose and not recall

      The memory of your sweetest arms

      And that I give this huge whole world

      To the possession of your charms!

      Afraid that I might leave unnamed

      Or be unable to find out

      The names of all the feelings tamed

      To know what they are all about…

      I'm not afraid of reassurance

      But I'm afraid I cannot take

      The things I leave without regretting

      And leave it for my enemy's sake…

      Afraid to miss the very meaning,

      Afraid of taking the wrong turn;

      That there will be no more pages

      Behind the page that has been torn…

      Afraid to suffer and dissemble

      Afraid to be afraid of heights;

      Afraid to part with dreams and tremble

      That I will never see them bright…

      Afraid to insult by not listening,

      Afraid to be afraid to die…

      Of the desire close to hatred!

      Of seeing when I close my eyes…

      Afraid to leave without returning

      Afraid to stumble and to blame…

      Afraid to fall asleep forever…

      Afraid to be completely tame!..

      I finally agreed with the publisher!!!

      I think that the collection will be ready for our 33rd anniversary!

      Taska will be surprised!)))

      Chapter 5

      Numerology… Or Number Twenty Three

      April 23, 2018.

      Monday.

      At first I had a dream…

      In this dream, the smell of coffee drove me mad!

      The smell of coffee and flowers…

      I opened my eyes. My God!

      On the floor, in a vase, I saw the most delicate cream roses.

      Nearby there was a huge polar bear and Igor, pleased:

      «Coffee is in the kitchen, my girl. Happy Birthday, goldfish!!!» He kissed me on the forehead as if I was a little girl and stroked my right cheek. It was so nice. I even closed my eyes and answered:

      «You're adorable! Really…»

      I involuntarily reached out, and he grabbed me, picked me up and carried to the kitchen in his arms…

      Stepan and Daniel with their painted cards were waiting for me there! They wrapped their arms around my legs and pressed themselves against me.

      Lord, how touching it is!

      Today I took a day off.

      We decided to postpone the birthday, or rather its celebration, for Saturday.

      After all, it's such a date!

      33…)))

      Hooray!

      Or not hooray!..

      We will definitely not arrange it at home. Igor and I will go to a restaurant. No! We'll take the boys with us.

      We'll dress up like it's a red carpet!

      I want this day to be remembered…

      Today, at about eleven, my father called.

      He was worried as he spoke. He said he was very sorry that he could not be near. It seemed to me that he was already ready to burst into tears when Taska grabbed СКАЧАТЬ